[Jay-Z]Ay yo I got a resolutionThis year I'm playing rightNo six fifteen this yearYou can stay the nightWe can go bowling it ain't like beforeCan't y'all see that I'm growing?I was so immatureI was young and having moneyHaving honeys come to the cribThinkin' they shit and they couldn't get cab money from meSome bad chicks didn't get pass the bridgeI went to One Trump Plaza on their asses'No room service just snacks and shitWork with those Lil' Debbies and when your done get readyThe chicks I was fiendin' to smashLet 'em lean on the cashWill take 'em on long tripsBreak 'em with long dickThere was no such thing as strong relationshipsBut I'm off that playa shitI need a chick that practice tai chiThat still can by weedAnd can give me some good headAnd I'll make her remind me, uh-huh

[Memphis Bleek]Yo, yo, yo, yo the only thing Bleek spinning isThem chrome wheels spinning on them new rimsHome suspended from school againI'm grown, still ill ladies love to be a deal, like BleekCan I feel up on your wood and grill?It's a hood thing, wood grain, off the chainShe give me good brainLove the way I push my slangCallin' my jack soon as the hop in my VThey catching contact, weed smoke all up in the weaveBet'cha man can't do it like this, like thisI bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like thisAnd I'm from Marcy you catch me on anybody's blockRappin' thug, the RocHoes they all clock like

[Jay-Z]I was the worseI used to switch chicks every dayHad niggas mad for real like "I wish he was gay"Cause they knew sooner or later hun was gettin' with JayJust a matter of time she was gettin' with JayI'll have your chick in the summer tropics sippin' on 'zaeSpittin' up in the Pacifics smoking spliffs in the shadeShe used to love ya, but she feeling different todayYou used to smother her, look at your honey slippin' awayConsorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her spaceShe said she feel free when she's around meI'm letting her do her and in turn she's doing meShe on the phone with her friends like how cool is he